Twenty two

Liam's lips were warm, welcoming and gentle, the way his lips had nibbled my bottom lips, the way our breaths had synchronized.

He had gently moved his hand up my waist to balance my lying body pressing against his.

Slowly we exchanged tongues, and I found my hand crawling up his face.

We never wanted to stop, we were losing our breaths, but stopping was the last thing on our minds.

We would nibble on each other's bottom lips while catching our breaths, with our tongues hungry for each other and promising to never stop.

And we didn't.

I open my eyes to the sound of my name and a light touch on my ankle.

I squint my eyes immediately as the room's bright light hits my eyes.

I sit up.

"What?" I ask low and calmly, seeing Vilda staring at me.

"I know it's still early but we have to leave" She says.

I look around the room, and notice Liam's not in anymore.

"Where's Liam?" I ask.

"He left, and you have to too" Vilda says.

Before I know it, I am leaving the really small mo